I am trembling; you have made me as eager for love as a chariot driver is for battle.
Or ever I was aware, My soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
Before I was aware [of what was happening], my desire [to roam about] had brought me into the area of the princes of my people [the king's retinue].
Before I was aware, my soul set me Among the chariots of my princely people.
I hardly knew myself; she had set me in an official’s chariot!
Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you.
